Not All Is Lost

there are still some left not all beautiful things are lost a grass flower in windy waft windowpane's wintry frost. not all good things are gone with time like wet leaves in the summer rain tides and ebbs the seasons' rhymes the house on the corner lane! not all sweet things are gone dead sour like her touch in the cold of night birds' trills in the morn's first hour thrill of love at first sight! there are still left the honey dew some redress for all our sorrow not all is lost for you and I to give up dreaming tomorrow!